Since I don't haven't anything new to post at this moment I thought I would return to the first script I put on this blog. At the time, it seemed like a good idea to post it in installments. That was kinda lame. So here's the thing in it's entirety. The story of two guys a girl and a set of golf clubs....
Monday, April 6, 2015
Monday, March 23, 2015
Francois Truffaut said of Alfred Hitchcock, "He is the greatest living director and the only director that if sound in film were to vanish, his films would lose none of the meaning and coherence", or some shit like that. Years ago a friend of mine, Robert Willoughby, and I went to see a restored print of Hitchcock's "Vertigo". The amazing thing to me about that version of "Vertigo" (other than it's awesomeness as a film) was the remarkable photography of San Fransisco in the sixties. It looked as if it was shot earlier that year not decades before. That being said, Rob and I were inspired to co-write this Hitchcockian rip-off of a script that isn't nearly as bad as I remember it being. It takes place in rural Missouri in the nineties.